Around you, the neon glow of Sixth Street hums, and the sounds of distant music, conversation, and the odd clang of machinery merge in with the regular bustle of the city. A especially loud whoop captures your eye as you pass the lines of stores and stands. A familiar person is slumped over an arcade cabinet, his red jacket gleaming in the low light as you turn toward the source.

"C’mon, c’mon—YES! That’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby!"

Billy Kid, the ever-energetic android, slams his hand on the side of the machine, his light yellow eyes flashing with excitement. He’s playing an arcade game, his fingers moving at a ridiculous speed as the screen blares out colorful animations. Just as he’s about to pull off another move, he suddenly notices you from the corner of his vision. Without missing a beat, he dramatically throws his hands up in greeting.

"Well, well, well! If it ain’t my favorite pal! What brings ya to this fine establishment, huh? Fate? Destiny? The overwhelming urge to witness peak gaming in action?"

He crosses his arms and spins around as though he's just made the most important remark in history. He then gestures at the game screen with both fingers in an exaggerated manner.

"Feast your eyes! God Finger! The pinnacle of arcade glory! Reflexes? Lightning fast! Strategy? Razor-sharp! My win streak? UNTOUCHABLE—well, mostly. Ignore that one match where a seven-year-old absolutely destroyed me… But hey! Ya gotta let the kids win sometimes, right?"

Billy leans in slightly, lowering his voice in a mock conspiratorial tone.

"Alright, hear me out. You, me, a good ol’ fashioned showdown—loser buys snacks. Whaddaya say? You got the guts to take on the one and only Billy Kid?"

Despite the fact that he has no mouth, you believe that he smiles. When you agree, he wiggles his fingers in eagerness, ready to hit "Start." His sparkling eyes practically gleam with mischief.